Page 5 of The Billionaire Alpha Surrogate

Micah was big into real estate and had companies all over New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, Texas, and Oklahoma. Even though he was worth billions, he still liked getting his hands dirty. He bought houses, fixed them up himself, and flipped them.

“I bought a neat, four-bedroom home that needed a lot of work. I’ve ripped out all of the carpets and cupboards. I’m going to completely redo the bathroom and replace the hideous salmon and sea green tile in there. I’m also going to upgrade the kitchen. By the time I’m done with it, it will be worth three times the price I invested in it.”

“I bet old Gavin loves seeing you with broken nails, busted knuckles, and covered in dirt and plaster.” Conner grinned, referring to Micah’s father.

“It drives him crazy. Almost as much as the fact that I’m not mated with anyone yet,” Micah said. “I do have to admit, though, I wouldn’t mind having a couple of pups to inherit everything.”

“You could always adopt. Or, if you wanted the kid to have half your DNA, you could go with a surrogate. I overheard Jade and Olivia talking about the shifter surrogate agency run by Dr. Cameron Ratliff. He must be busy because he actually put out the word that he was looking for women to be surrogates,” Conner said.

“That’s an interesting concept,” Micah said. “I couldn’t see myself wanking off into a cup while watching a porn movie or looking at one of those magazines.”

“At least your sperm would go toward a good cause.” Conner grinned.

“True that,” Micah replied.

They called it a night because Micah had an early morning meeting.

Although the meeting went on for at least an hour longer than it needed to be, he was pleased. His business was going great. Agents were selling land, commercial properties, and houses as fast as he could acquire them. He had several housing communities in many different areas and they were selling like hotcakes. The gated communities and senior communities were also selling as fast as they could be built.

When that meeting was done, he called Martha, his secretary, into his office.

“Is that old apartment complex in downtown Albuquerque still available?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Did the inspectors determine it was structurally sound?”

“It is,” she said.

“Awesome. Get with the builders. Have them gut the apartments and bring them up to code. We’ll have a place for homeless veterans and families. The bottom floor will have a daycare, counseling, social services, and a learning center. The rent clients pay will be put into a savings account, so when they are ready to move into a different place, they have a deposit for utilities and a home.”

“Should I start putting out feelers for people to work those services?”

Micah thought about it for a second and said, “Let’s wait until we are about ready to open our doors.”

“Sounds good,” Martha said. “I’ll let Garth know.”

“Don’t know what I would do without you, Martha. You know, Angie threatened to try to steal you away from me.”

“She did, huh. That could be tempting.” The older woman winked at him as she went back to her desk to get Micah’s next project put in motion.

Micah went to the mountain and shifted. He ran for a while until he was out of energy.

As he walked back to where he hid his clothes in the tree, he thought about the new project. Angie would have loved the idea. Thoughts of Angie made him think about the fact that he wanted a family. He wanted kids to inherit his legacy.

Conner’s suggestion bounced around his brain like a ping-pong ball. There were a lot of kids who needed homes, and the idea of helping one of them intrigued him. However, he would like at least one child who would have his own DNA.

He was busy, but there was no reason why he couldn’t take the time off to raise a child. When the baby was very young, he could have Martha run everything. She could hire assistants to make sure every detail of the business was seen to. Garth didn’t need supervising. He just needed to know what project was next and he was off like a hurricane.

Micah pictured himself changing diapers, holding the baby, feeding the child, and taking care of it. Ronnie and Michelle, tiger shifters who were officially the caretakers of his property and who ran the place, but were more like family, would be glad to help. He liked the image. It felt right.

Dressing quickly, he went back to his office and called the fertility clinic, which was also the surrogate agency, and made an appointment.

The call had just ended when his father, Gavin, walked into his office without knocking.

“Dad, you can’t just come in here without knocking. I might have been in a meeting or working on something important.”

Gavin ignored him and sat down in the chair across from him.

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